It’s Thursday and the temperature is dropping fast. Last week I was basically out cold. I threw up and didn’t leave the apartment for fear of not being near the toilet. But that was then and now it’s a week later and I’m 100% better. Not even a smidge of temperature. Kept hearing from former coworkers. From Wanker Banker as well as McMann and Tate. That was nice. Karol, the Polish dude from Wanker Banker found the blog and emailed me about it. Nothing bad was ever written about him. He’s a good guy and plays on my team. I wish him only the best. Also heard from Vincenzo the IT guy who was in the San Francisco office of Wanker Banker. That was nice. I asked him to pass my greetings along to Katja, Jenn and Bonnie, the lovely lasses by the bay.

Heard from Miguel from McMann and Tate. He started a few weeks before I left. Great guy, handsome, has a lovely girlfriend. Chatted with him a lot through gmail today. Told Miguel about the blog and he immediately jumped into it, asking me who was who. I told him to guess. I gave in and explained to him who Felicia actually was. He was on the cusp of figuring it out anyhow. It was good to chat with him though and it was fun to talk about the blog.

I also heard from Amiable Alan who I’m going to hook up with on Wednesday. Just a tete a tete, probably wander around downtown afterwork catching up. That should be fun and of course it depends on the weather. But hook up we shall! I heard from my brother Frank who called me when I had gotten off the bus and buying celery. He too has read the blog and mentioned my mention of seeing Janet Wygal on the bus the other night. He had a suggestion for a conversation topic, of course it was too late and too pointed a topic. Who the hell wants to talk about a DNA cup anyway?

More blasts from the past. Yesterday at work I was playing the Ram album by Paul McCartney. It’s really a good record, but when I hear it, all I can think about is a conversation between two of my neighbors when growing up. Donna Foglio and Terry Savio and I were waiting across the street from my house waiting for the school bus to pick us up. Terry was talking to Donna about hanging out at the Public Library the night before listening to the Ram album. Why do I retain this?

Another thing, at work, a lot of the data entry I’ve been doing is inputting nothing but names, names, names on various resumes. And some of those names are similar to other names from the past. Pete de Bene. He worked the loading dock at the book publisher I used to work at ages ago. He had an affair with Debbie Costa, who was married to some mob type. I used to flirt with Debbie’s brother, Tony. I knew what I was doing, but I don’t think Tony knew. Nothing transpired.

Illegal dress.